Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.